Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 131 - Bab 140

“I’ll be with you all day,” William said as he gently reached for Evelyn’s cold hand. Her breath was deep, her fingers trembling slightly as she held the brown folder containing her mother’s inheritance documents.The sky over Tokyo was overcast that morning—almost as if it sensed that today would reopen wounds long buried.---The courtroom was packed. Media from various countries filled the rows at the back. At the front, the international judge sat with a neutral expression, observing the parties present.On the right side, Evelyn’s attorney—a poised middle-aged Japanese woman named Yukiko Tanaka—stood tall.“Your Honor,” she said in Japanese, with simultaneous translation appearing on the screen behind her, “we are here to prove that the design known as Tears of Zhao did not originate from Zhao Corporation, but was plagiarized from a woman named Amara Lestari—the mother of my client.”A murmur rippled through the room.On the left, Selena sat composed. Black dress, dark sunglasses

“Place the canvas by the window,” Evelyn said, her voice flat but clear as she pointed to a wall still half-painted. “I want natural light to touch the first painting we’ll display.”The technicians and decorators helping her quickly moved to follow her directions. The new studio was still in its final stages—an open space filled with the scent of fresh paint, wood dust, and scattered sketch papers waiting to be sorted.Evelyn stood in the middle of the room. Her posture was upright, composed, yet her eyes were hollow. It had been two weeks since she ended things with William. Since then, not a single call or message had come from him. And she knew—it was because William was honoring her decision.But the silence hurt.She slowly sat on a rattan stool facing the large window. The afternoon sun streamed in, catching strands of her messy hair. On the table, a cup of untouched black coffee sat next to a letter she hadn’t opened—sent by an old investor eager to reconnect.Yet nothing felt

“Clean the second floor before Evelyn arrives! Not a single cable should be out of place!” Sandra shouted while directing the technical crew bustling between booths and massive LED screens. This year’s Tokyo Design Exhibition felt different—grander, tighter, and deeply personal for Evelyn. Backstage, Evelyn was reviewing the digital presentation of her new jewelry collection. Her hands trembled slightly, but her eyes were sharp. “Relax, everything is ready,” Sandra said, approaching with a clipboard in hand. “If this goes well, no one will be able to bring you down again.” Evelyn gave a faint smile. “Nothing’s ever truly over, San. The quietest enemies... usually leave the deepest scars.” --- In a luxury hotel not far from the venue, Selena stared at her laptop screen with a cold smirk. “Upload it. Now,” she said to her nervous assistant, whose palms were sweating. “Ma’am… this is extremely private data. If it leaks, the media will swarm Evelyn again…” “That’s exact

The soft hum of the diamond cutter echoed through the stillness of the night, breaking the silence that clung to Evelyn’s small studio.Her delicate but deft hands continued sketching intricate patterns on the design paper. Her eyes were swollen, her body trembling slightly, but her mind refused to stop. It had been three days without proper sleep. She rejected rest. She refused to pause.“I have to finish this before the launch,” she whispered to herself.Sandra had warned her. So had the rest of her small team. But Evelyn remained stubborn—as if time itself would evaporate if she stopped, even for a second.And precisely at 2:10 AM, her body finally gave in.The diamond in her hand slipped, falling to the floor and cracking slightly. Before she could utter a word, her vision blacked out. Her body crumpled backward.THUD!The loud crash echoed through the studio, marking the moment Evelyn collapsed onto the cold floor, unconscious, her breath shallow and her face pale.---Hours Late

"I said stop following me, William!" Evelyn shouted, coming to an abrupt halt at the edge of a quiet Tokyo sidewalk.William, panting behind her, kept walking forward."And I said I can't pretend not to care!"Evelyn turned around. Her eyes were red, her voice trembling with emotions long held back."Why do you keep chasing me? Haven’t you suffered enough because of me?""I’m chasing you because I can’t stop caring!" William’s voice rose, nearly cracking."I don’t need a reason anymore."Evelyn shook her head and quickly walked toward a small studio she had just rented in a narrow alley. William followed in silence.---Evelyn’s Studio — Late AfternoonThe small room still smelled of wood and fresh paint. A large canvas stood in the corner, filled with chaotic brushstrokes. Emotion. Anger. Despair. Everything was there.Evelyn dropped her bag and stood with her back to William."Do you know why I rented this place?" she asked, soft but clear.William nodded faintly."You wanted a fres